The Mafia Bodyguard
Being in the guard’s wings gave her a sense of excitement, like her brothers had told her before, the place was indeed different, instead of the well decorated space filled with cream vanilla and golden ornaments she was so used of seeing, the place was a bit more somber in nature, the walls were painted in a mid-toned warm brown shade which resembled one of those hospitals she used to visit abroad, not the most flattering or uplifting space to be in, but the place was filled with men who were trained to obey orders without question and carry guns around nearly twenty four seven even as they are sleeping, what was she expecting?
As she wandered around the place, admiring everything in silenc
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